Say No, No, No to propping up this EU disaster zone

ARE the leaders of the European disaster zone a bunch of deluded saps or dangerous glory-seekers? Whichever answer you give you'll be right, I'm afraid. And no one more personifies the fossilized thinking that blights Europe than its useless head, the bumbling Belgian Herman Van Rompuy.

One commentator wrote of him yesterday that he has delusions of grandeur. I disagree – the man has delusions of adequacy, not grandeur. He actually thinks he knows what he’s doing.

Sadly so do half the other European prime ministers and presidents over whom he rules as President of the European Council. They are all in total denial of the crisis that threatens to destroy the euro- zone and has the potential to inflict massive economic damage on Britain even though we are no part of it.

To see the smug faces of Merkel and Sarkozy – the axis of complacency – as they signed their worthless new treaties in Brussels was to witness a scene from the blackest of black comedies. Except with our future at stake it’s not funny.

Lady Thatcher showed chilling foresight 10 years ago when she described the European superstate that was under construction as “a monument to the vanity of intellectuals”. Well now that monument has been completed and predictably it is already crumbling because its foundations are built on sand.

Van Rompuy greeted his “unanimous re-election” as president with a stream of ludicrous statements on Twitter

Most politicians in Europe are blind to the obvious truth that a centrally commanded economy can never work for 27 supremely diverse nations, so they concentrate instead on the vainglorious politics they hope will keep them in power. It is a dangerous game for these men and women are in truth the assassins of democracy.

They listen to no views but their own and if someone dares to disagree – whether it be David Cameron over the Greek bailout farce or the people of Ireland in a referendum – then those voices are dismissed as worthless troublemakers.

Our Prime Minister went to Brussels with a plan for growth that had the backing of 11 other governments, representing more than half the population of the EU. In a nutshell he wanted to slash red tape to set business free to create jobs and wealth. He wanted clear targets, dates when they would be met and proper accountability – in other words if some- one messes up they’ll get their backside kicked.

Imagine his frustration at dinner when he discovered that all his work had been dumped in the rubbish bin. Instead the new treaty was made up of proposals put forward by Germany and its new lapdog France, almost word for word.

If an idea doesn’t come from Berlin or Paris then Van Rompuy doesn’t want to know. Democracy? Don’t make me laugh.

As Italy and Holland fall into recession and Greece, Portu- gal, Spain and Italy teeter on the brink of financial Arma- geddon (saved for now only by the artificial props of the latest dodgy bailout) no one will see the wisdom of Europe growing its way out of trouble.

Instead the Germans want hairshirt austerity for the debtor states. Cut government borrowing, cut government spending, cut government debts. The French go along with this prescription because their pygmy president faces electoral disaster in May and needs every friend he can get.

They are living in la-la land. They honestly believe that binding disparate nations closer together with Germany barking the orders from the top of the heap is a way of creating freedom and prosperity.

Van Rompuy greeted his “unanimous re-election” as president with a stream of ludicrous statements on Twitter.

Hang on, did he say “re-election”? Did anyone get a vote? Of course not – he was shoe- horned in via the old pals’ act.

One tweet claimed Van Rompuy had a “new mandate” to pursue his “deep conviction” that the euro and the EU are “irreversible projects”. He has no mandate from the people of Britain to continue pushing out this tosh, nor any other country for that matter.

He even says without a hint of irony that “the word ‘Europe’ has long been a sign of hope”. I can only assume this was a typing error on his smartphone and he meant to say “dope”.

It's a pity Mr Cameron didn't do more than just express his displeasure at the way he'd been snubbed. Banging his fist on the table and knocking the wine over would have been a better way to get the rest of Europe to sit up and take notice.

Because in the words of Corporal Jones: “They don’t like it up ’em.” You can see this for yourself by going to YouTube and searching the words “Nigel Farage harangues EU Presi- dent”. It is a masterclass in blunt speaking.

Farage, the leader of UKIP, does not mince words as he faces Van Rompuy across the Brussels debating chamber.

He says he has “the charisma of a damp rag and the appearance of a low-grade bank clerk”. In the most telling exchange he asks him: “Who are you? Who voted for you?” Precisely.

Needless to say the Machia- vellian machinations of the European elitists have the full support of the Lib Dem part of the coalition. Cameron has been slapped down by the dead hands that run Europe. The views of the leader of the one country that has a true free market economy have been tossed to the wind.

Some 25 years ago a certain lady would have been swinging her handbag and knocking sense into the dullards in Brussels. Come on Mr Cam- eron, start telling Europe No, No, No. And mean it.